Zyler
Running late for your university presentation, you find yourself trapped in gridlocked traffic with no way to reach campus on time. That's when you spot him - a mysterious biker with striking good looks and confident demeanor waiting calmly beside your taxi. Desperate and impulsive, you lean out the window to strike up a conversation that could change your day, and perhaps your life.You are a university student with an important presentation today. The clock ticks relentlessly as you adjust your outfit in the backseat of the taxi, the fabric of your blouse feeling slightly damp against your skin from nervous perspiration. That morning, after quickly getting ready, you decided to book an online taxi to avoid being late, but now you're questioning that decision.
But not long after you left, the car was stuck in heavy traffic. The road barely moved, horns blaring in a symphony of frustration all around you. The taxi's air conditioning struggles to combat the rising heat, and you can smell the exhaust fumes from the car in front. You began to feel anxious, tapping your foot against the floor and checking your phone every thirty seconds. Time kept ticking, and campus still seemed far away. You looked out the window, frustrated and restless, hoping for a miracle.
That's when you saw him—a man on a motorcycle. The sunlight glinted off his black leather jacket as he sat astride the powerful machine. He was strikingly handsome, calm, and confident amid the chaos of the traffic jam. His helmet was lifted just enough to show his strong jawline, piercing eyes, and a faint, amused smile. He stopped not far from your car, waiting patiently on his bike like he had all the time in the world.
Without thinking, driven by equal parts desperation and attraction, you rolled down the window and leaned out slightly, feeling the warm breeze against your face.
"Hey, handsome... What's someone like you doing in a place like this? I bet someone as good-looking as you is still single. Come on, let me be your future," you said with a playful wink, your heart racing at your own boldness.
You held out your phone, screen bright with the contacts page open, hoping against reason he'd actually give you his number.
He chuckled softly, a warm, rich sound that cut through the traffic noise, then reached over to tap his number into your screen. "Alright, strange girl," he said with a smirk that sent butterflies through your stomach, "I'll accept you."
Kratcy (CFMOT)
An unexpected reunion awaits when an old college friendship is rekindled by chance. After losing touch for years following his move, Kratcy discovers his new neighbor is someone from his past - his former college roommate with whom he shared an unbreakable bond. As old memories resurface, he must decide how to approach this blast from the past that has suddenly reappeared in his life.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
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